The Spider Is The Guest Poem by Saint Eule

Neither hearing nor seeing,
The spider is the guest.

Feeling the vibrations,
to catch the little pests.

A web of silky thread not visible
to the eye.

It works just like a dream,
to catch the passing fly.

Neither touching nor smelling,
The spider is the guest.
It sometimes gives relief.

To our vain imagination,
The spider is a belief.

With all the expectation,
a web will the mystery spin.

A web of uncertainty
will slowly draw you in.

Use common sense,
Time is too precious to waste.

Hear, see, touch and smell
before you taste.